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Volume XXIll 

Schedule for meetings 

Our meeting for this month will be on June 15 at 9:30 
a.m. in Bromwell Lounge at Brookdale Foxwood 
Springs in Raymore, Missouri. We are rescheduling 
the program we had planned for January. We ask our 
members to bring their family history success stories, 
their questions, and any family treasures they want to 
share with all of us. Weather has been a real problem 
this year. Here is what the schedule was, is, and will 
be for the rest of the year: 

January 19—Cancelled by snow; (Originally “Sharing 
Family Research and Family Treasures’); 

February 16—Canceled by snow; (Originally Al 
Morse, “Charles McDaniel”); 

March 16—Jim Beckner, “Cass County Railroads”; 
April 20—Cancelled by Easter weekend; 

May 18—Al Morse, “Charles McDaniel;” 

June 15—‘Sharing family research and Family 

July 20—Del Sherwood, “Publishing Books Online”; 
August 17—Julia Morse, “Finding Your Ancestors’ 
Stories in Books Free Online”; 

October 19—Chelsea Clarke, “Immigrant Ancestor 
Research’; “ 

November 16—Beth Foulk, “Where Did You Come 
From, Missouri Settlers?”’. 

We hope to see you on Saturday, June 15. Everyone 
is welcome to attend. 

Al Morse 

Father's Day is a time to honor our fathers. It is 
usually a most happy day. As I grew up in Rich Hill, 
Missouri, my father, Albert Frank Morse, Sr., worked 
on Sundays for many years. My mother, Mildred 
Catherine (Janssens) Morse, made sure we had a 

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special supper. On the Saturday before Father's Day, 
we would go to my grandparent's, Clark Frank and 
Alma Dona (Miller) Morse, house in Rich Hill. My 
father's sister and brother and their families would 
also be there to wish their father a Happy Father's 

After my marriage to Dorothy Jean Newcomb, we 
would go to the farm to wish her father, Herbert 
Edgar Newcomb, a Happy Father's Day. We would 
also go to Rich Hill to see my father as well. We 
usually did this on a Saturday. 

After October 4, 1967, I was able to celebrate my first 
Father's Day as a father when our son, Brian, was 
born. Then, after September 29, 1970, when our son, 
Steve, was born, I was able to celebrate even more. 

Father's Day in 1972 was different. My father was in 
the Nevada, Missouri, City Hospital for tests. My 
oldest son had a cyst removed from his neck on 
Friday, June 16, in Independence, Missouri. He was 
able to go home that evening. The next day, Saturday, 
June 17, a little after the noon hour, my mother called 
to tell me that Dad had a stroke. She was getting 
ready to go to Nevada. Since she did not drive, she 
got a friend to take her there. I left my house in 
Independence and drove to Nevada, leaving Dorothy 
and the boys at home. Mom had also called my 
brother, Carl. 

I got there about 4 pm. Dad had already experienced 
a massive cerebral hemorrhage. He was unconscious 
and breathing very heavily. He was in ICU, but ICU 
in 1972 was much different than it is today. There 
were 4 beds in the room. Mom had gotten there 
before the cerebral hemorrhage and had visited with 
Dad. The doctor said there was nothing they could 
do. We spent the night there. The family minister 
spent much of the night and finally left as he had to 
preach that Sunday morning. We could go in to see 

Dad every two hours. My father died about 6 p.m. on 
Sunday, June 18, 1972, Father's Day. 

The next year, I went on a mission trip with church 
members to Juarez, Mexico. We arrived back home 
on Father's Day, June 17, 1973. During the day, 
Dorothy received a phone call that her grandmother, 
Lillie Ethel (Burke) McDaniel had died. 

The next year, Dorothy had her first cancer surgery, 
aradical left Mastectomy, in early March. There were 
no chemo or radiation treatments. Less than a week 
before Father's Day, our oldest son had major surgery 
in Independence. My mind was going through many 
possibilities. However, on June 16, 1974, Father's 
Day, I had lunch with my son in the hospital. I had 
ordered, the day before, the steak and lobster meal. 
He liked steak and had never tasted lobster. So 

he ate the steak and I ate the lobster. I enjoyed that 
Father's Day. My son's recovery was a wonderful 
Father's Day gift. 

Things began to iron out over the years. Father's Day 
was gladly celebrated. In fact, our younger son, Steve, 
enjoys Father's Day with his two sons, Wyatt, 17, 
and Owen, 15. 

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Marjorie Slavens 

Many of us now do not personally remember D-Day, 
1944. I was in elementary school, and most of my 
contact with the war came through our “Weekly 
Reader” newsletters. Three of my uncles were in 

military service, one in North Africa and then in 
England at the time of D-Day, and one was in the 
Navy in the Pacific. My first grade teacher had three 
sons in military service, and she talked about them, 
but I was really not old enough to understand what 
was happening, other than the separation of families. 
My older brother made planes from the backs of 
cereal boxes, and I understood that I should prefer the 
American and British planes and reject the Japanese 
and German planes. We bought “War” Stamps” at 
school—a red one for a dime and a green one for a 
quarter. People talked about rationing of coffee, 
sugar, gas, etc. My great grandfather, who had owned 
a general store in Asbury, Missouri since 1905, 
closed his store in 1943 because, at 80, he was not 
going to deal with those government stamps. He had 
tried to sell the store several times in the 1930s, but 
people did not have the money to make payments to 
buy it, and he got it back several times. 

I remember pictures of Roosevelt, Churchill and 
Stalin—good friends, I thought, but not long after the 
war, the Russians became our worst enemies, and the 
Germans and Japanese, our enemies during the war, 
became our good friends. Of course, I had no 
understanding of our historic relationship with the 
Russians after the Russian Revolution and before 
World War II. We did not have television, so we did 
not see the war in our living room. 

Al Morse 

On May 27, 2019, the Saturday of Memorial Day 
weekend, I went to Adrian, Bates County, Missouri. 
They have a Veterans Memorial there and they, every 
year, have a ceremony to remember the war dead. 
The speaker this year was Charles H. McDaniel, Jr. 
Charles Jr.'s father was killed in the Korean War in 
November, 1950. His body was returned last summer 
from North Korea , and his dog tag was also with 

Charles Jr., who was only 3 years old when his father 
was killed, gave a speech concerning his father and 
the Korean War and also his military experiences. He 
was also a minister and a chaplain for the army. 

Several members of the extended McDaniel family 
were there. We had lunch at the home of Charles Jr.'s 
cousin in Adrian. We then went to the Bates County 
Museum in Butler. It was there that I saw and held 
the dog tag. 

Charles Jr.'s wife, Karen, showed me a book 
presented to Charles after his dad's body was 
identified in Hawaii. The book explained the process 
in the identification of the body. In the report, the 
person who's DNA positively identified the body of 
Charles H. McDaniel was Dorothy J. Morse, my 
wife. Dorothy was a niece of Charles H. McDaniel. 
She gave the DNA sample sometime around the year 
2000. The government was trying to identify female 
relatives of MIA soldiers for positive identification if 
a body was later found. Of course, Dorothy, who died 
last January 3, would have been proud that her DNA 
was used to identify the body of her mother’s brother. 


Recommended article on Ancestry Blog: 

Marjorie Slavens 

I am glad to meet Juliana Szucs again on the 
Ancestry Blog. I used to follow her on her “Ancestry 
Weekly Discovery” and “Ancestry Weekly Journal” 
articles, and I still use some of that information in 
preparing newsletters. The previous article was of 
greater interest to me at the moment because of Al 
Morse’s previous article about his wife, Dorothy’s 
contribution of DNA to help identify her uncle, 
Charles McDaniel. In addition, my great niece and 
great nephew have recently done DNA testing. Since 
I have no children, I thought it was not really very 
imnportant for me to do such testing, but now, I 
wonder. Juliana Szucs indicates that aunts, uncles, 
cousins, etc. are also important in creating the total 
Family DNA picture. 

(Note: Articles for the newsletter about your family 
history research are always welcome.) 


Al Morse, President 
Byron Gilbreath, Treasurer 
Marjorie Slavens, Programs, Newsletter Editor 

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